Fae Fiefdom - M. Sinclair Page 0,69

Ophelia.

Me: You literally just told me to not respond.

Rain: Shit like that is going to get you a cherry red ass. Answer the phone next time.

My face flamed realizing he was saying he would spank me. How did I feel about that? My center clenched as I tilted my head realizing that I, in fact, loved it.

I put my phone back in my bag, sort of hoping he got pissed and walked out, planning to go use the washroom. The door was right across the way and the hallway empty. As I pulled it open, I squeaked as I was tugged in by a very familiar man as the lock clicked.

Before I could yell at him for scaring me, Kirin’s lips seared to mine in a demanding kiss. I wish I could tell you I tried to be reasonable but instead I found myself burying my hands in his hair and moaning slightly as his hot rough hands slid under my sweater and onto my waist. A small whimper broke out from my mouth as this wild energy surrounded me and when his one hand wrapped around the back of my neck, my legs broke so that I was clinging onto him. The hot liquid molten feeling exploded from just him touching the scar that I had tried to cover up from when he had bitten me.

I pulled away as he growled, his eyes flashing almost gold as I looked up at him, my breathing rough. I licked my lips as his eyes tracked the movement distracting me once again.

“What the heck was that for?”

“You said you wish we had been spending time together these past few weeks and I figured we should start making it up now.” He grinned as an authentic smile broke out on my lips. I shivered as his fingers played over the tattoo.

“Why did you cover up my mating mark?” He frowned as I curled against his chest.

“Your what?” I demanded as his ears turned pink slightly.

“Yeah...” He inhaled and had the decency to look embarrassed. “That night, I put a mating mark on you--”

“What does that do?” I demanded softly, feeling like I was torn between wanting to kiss and punch him. No scratch that, both options were kissing him.

“Uh,” he ran a hand through his hair, “it keeps other shifters away from you.”

“Kirin!” I exclaimed as his smile grew because I think it was clear I wasn’t upset. I sighed slightly as he unclipped my hair and his fingers gently massaged the back of my head where the skin was still tender.

“What?” he asked in a teasing tone and nipped my bottom lip again.

“How did you know I would come out here?” I arched a brow.

His eyes shaded with something odd. “Merrick actually.”

“He texted you?” I reared back.

“He’s a weird dude,” he mumbled, “Maybe he was worried about you, no idea.”

“I had just left class,” I offered, “no way he could have done that so fast.”

Kirin shrugged and opened his phone showing me the exact text and I had to assume he had gotten up here so quickly because of some shifter stuff. Weren’t they supposed to be super fast or something? I feel like modern movies and stories made it out that way at least. They had to be inspired by something so I was willing to bet on it.

“I should go back to class,” I sighed, feeling tired as I yawned.

“I have a fucking calculus test.” He shook his head. “I can’t wait till we are done with school.”

A small pulse in my chest hurt as I considered what all of this meant. For college. For my future. For all of it. Also, can we talk about how I am supposed to open up some supernatural portal because I am an heir to the Spring Fae Court and I am supposed to marry Rain? No? Anyone? I still felt odd about feeling as though these men needed me for a reason, I mean Kirin I can understand for the most part…but everyone else was a bit harder of a pill to swallow.

“Hey,” his voice was softer as he grasped my chin, “everything okay?”

I nodded, “Yeah, totally, just this has been a very odd week.”

“Almost done at least,” he offered softly.

Kirin unlocked the bathroom door and after a swift kiss, he was gone, leaving me flushed and with messy hair.

I turned back towards the classroom and opened the door, Merrick looking up with an arched brow. Walking towards my desk, I tried